Franklin P. Adams

Capitolo 12

Your lavings will be made in milk.
Two trained physicians when you cough,
It is Monday, Wednesday Friday street.

When you are crushing Irish spuds
You will bring the bullet that fails more excellent.
If good to You these perspectives look,
Comes, long live with us and is our cook.

On visitors we have not put stops,
We love the icemen and the spools,
And anybody alarm clock with his/her check marks
And it furnishes of bell to encircle to mean-past you are.

Or Gretchen, Bridget, Hulda, Mary,
Comes, both our culinary genius.
If good to You these perspectives look,
Comes, long live with us and is our cook.



The Servants

With genuflexions to Kipling _"The Ladies"_


We have picked up our cooks where we have found 'the em;
  We have responded a lot one announcement;
We have had our pickin' or' the servants,
  And the most greater part of the destiny was bad.
Some was Norahs a' Bridgets;
  Tillie that her last autumn has come;
Claras and Fannies and Lenas and Annies,
  And we don't now have at all anybody.

We don't now, know a lot of servants,
  For, takin' 'the em always,
You can never say up to you you/he/she has tried 'the em,
  And then you are likes to be wrong.
There are times when you will think that they is perfect;
  There are times when you will think that they is cheap,
But the things that you will learn from those that have gone
  You/he/she can help her/it with those to come.

Norah, she disembarked from Dublin,
 Green as acushla machree;
Norah was prepared and anxious
 To learn what should be a servant.
We told Mrs. Kirk all around her--
 You offered her seven more for--
Now Norah that she works, as you know, for he/she Asked her--
 And we learned on servants from her.

Lena that we have gotten from a "office";
 Lena was saving and Dutch--
He/she thought that our accounts were enormous,
 And it told us we spent too much far.
Lena raised the curtains with some silver,
 Jewelry, laces and fur--
You was loving and kind, with a Socialist mind--
 And we learned on servants from her.

Tillie blew in from Indies,
 Blackens at night as the middle one--